The Biscuit Diaries

I took Bob to McDonald’s for breakfast. After yesterday, when he didn’t take me to the doctor’s office, I wanted to see how he would behave in public with me. So, I had him put my Service Animal bandana around my neck, and off we went. The manager came out and asked if I was a service dog, and I just showed her my bandana, and everything was cool. I was curious to check out the place, so Bob kept pulling on my leash, but other than that, I was quite well behaved. I never barked once and never caused any problems. When we got ready to leave, I made sure that Bob went up to the counter and thanked the manager for her consideration. I think Bob was very pleased because I know he wants to go visit his friend Mike in Houston, and now I’m more confident that he will conduct himself properly in public places.

I went to the groomer’s today and gave Bob the afternoon off. Bob told the groomer that I had a bit of separation anxiety, but I’ll bet you a month’s supply of Blue Buffalo that he was more anxious this afternoon than I was. He probably couldn’t figure out what to do with all that free time. Before, my coat looked all white, but with the grooming, my gold undercoat now shows through just a bit.